Currently:
Feeling a tad under the weather
Shuffling around the house in my favorite/most embarrassing fuzzy wuzzy slippers.
Leaving a cloud of tissues in nearly every room
Semi-engaged in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy
Gunmetal and navy nail polish painting
Loving and laughing over the perfectly understandable moment captured in this photograph.
Flipping the pages of Vogue Espana
Contemplating buying new savage kicks, the only remedy I can muster.
Too tired, too groggy… going back to the land of nod
(Image: Storytime)
Here’s a sight rarely seen… trousers! Bolstering a spunky need for change, the androgynous feel masquerades as something of the fashionably divine. Once ambivalent, I decided to lay down the gauntlet and finally flaunt my denim cutoff infidelities. But where I live, it gets blasted hot, agonizingly so… and this inferno humidity can sometimes lead to stylistic disadvantages among those ever-vindictive wardrobe challenges. I mean seriously, the suburbanite ambiance is crinkled with shades of russet and leaves are falling down like rain, despite the somersaulting 60 to 80 degree variances. A common belief in the world of comfortable apparel repetition … if I wasn’t perpetually addicted to one thing, wouldn’t I just be addicted to another? Perhaps, the proverbial tatty white t-shirt?